Madison times. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1884-1???, 1887-06-25
on THE SANE ROAD.

whore tourists anu @lght-<earS most
frequently visit. the world in some o,
rs oUscurest places is iiiled with beau.
tie that have escaped the eyes OF III
ever.
Who would nave thought OF Gravel.
ing IN stage twenty miles from the
nearest railroad station. or foOJiu. 1t
AZ necessarily slow pace over the
hills and rocks oi Cheshire county. %
see how apt!y nature lad done. her
work n his particular place A. tur
the inhabitants OF Cne little hamlet
nestled mp among the bills, vary lew
o1 them had time to think ot such
matters as teaStlnZ their eyes ON nat.
Hrai love!iness, or even giving q
rhought 10 their surroundings. Their
only object III life seemed 10 be 20 get
up az five, eat the required mum.
b-r Oi meats. attend TO the duties Oi
the day. and 30 90 bed again when
night came There was very little
variety IN the lives of these people
vet they seemed 70 he we'll enough
contenJed with cAeir lot. except that
now and sheh some ambitious spirit
@OGid overieap the bounds and make.
y Journey out into he world. 20 SEE
what people were doing there. and
those who did become so bold. very
rarely returned 20 the old way OF liv.
lu:
One Oitnese disconnected spirits, VINO
refused 10 believe that everything the
world contained was found up hero
among the hills OF Cheshire county.
was 4 young and rather good looking
gII!. 1t seemed To Janet Gray A. ii
this dull, mouotonous. unvaryins
routine would never end. and every
day she longed more and more to
leave It.
IL was on Il bright morning early
III May, that. returning from All err
rand. she threw herself down br the
brook. 20 rest and TO think. Her
face was flushed with last walking.
and with her dark hair aud eyes show
ing 20 quite IN advantage with her
new gln2ham dress, Janet presented
quite u pretty picture 20 William
Thomas Toy, as he observed her from
ehs Corntield some yards away. But
Thomas was \ man who did not con
slider a wish long ere he strived to full
I'll It, and was soon at her side She
looked up with a surprised air when
she heard his: ''Good.morning," and
said. "Oh! It is you. il it," then laps.
ed again into her thoughtful mood.
He watched her Il while in silence. be.
ing TOO we'll accustomed to Janet ;
way 10 disturb her without reason:
but finally lie mustered up courage to
make q remark
JAMIE. what makes you so the At
'ul this morning."
Tom, she answered alter s. pause,
Il want you 20 help me. lam so con-
fused this morning that | can hardly
see my way 20 do what | am deter
mined TO do. lam going away The
young man gave a start. This place
Is positively unbearable longer. Some
folks may becontenG TO drag out their
lives in such q place as this, but I am
going where can be and do some
thing. It does seem 90 me such pos
tive nonsence for people 20 be willing
10 live along IN hand-to.mouth sort
OF way up here among these hills, and
never DO anything OF note in the world
Except what every mortal does to
preserve lie, namely, eat. drink and
sleep. 1t is like being buried alive
Having delivered herself OF this un-
maidenly speech. Tom sat waiting for
more, but more didn't come. A. last
ne ventursd to say
jamie, | am sorry you are 50 tire;
Of all OF Us; but il you want to ~
over yonder hills ami 10 sOmethin!
honest and honorable in the world.
you'll 90. and know better than to
say one word OF hinderance.
Yes. Thomas Troy. that is the
tirsr right down sensible thing | ever
heard you say" she answered with
half smile 'Ot course you know
better than TO hinder me, ifyou could
| will remember you ior yOur kind in
tentions. am not so tired OF yOu,
Thomas; nor any OF the rest or the
'Oiks. don't want TO 60 out of your
lives altoget er; but it is these lonely.
rocky hills, nd this birdcage lie that
tires me. Just think. Tom, nIshould
stay here ali the days OF my lie, what
record l uld have, and when
die how it W ui6 sound TO read on my
grave-stone,
Here rests the body OF Janet GRAY;
Where she's gone, she's gone To stay.
By the. way, Tom. what kind OF a
poetess do you think I'd make"
jamie. said Tom, your ambitions
are all right As for poetry, never
try that. whatever you do. 1t ism t
every poor rhymer that wins fame.
nor every aspirant aUtains glory. Il
is time and chance with everybody.
The race is not always 20 the swift,
nor the battle to the strong"
Look here, Mr.. William Thomas
Toy, l am ell convinced you'd dis
courage me if you could; but all the
Scripture y u can quote and all the
arguments you can use won't better
your cause one iota. | do not intend
20 make rhyming profession. But
say, Thomas, don't you think / am
rather a fair scribe?"
Why, jamie. said Tom. who would
deny that fact? wish to goodness |
could write as fair hand; but these
lsborers' hands OF mine were
never meant Co hold a pen daintily
But. jamie. what prompted you 60